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Red
Red like the paint on your fingertips and lips,
Like your cheeks in the cold when you were whole, not this.
Now here you lie lifeless, broken and bleeding,
And I sit with wounded and heavy heart grieving,
As this same luscious red flows like sap from a tree,
Seeping slowly into the floor and the cracks underneath,
And your body, these four walls, the ceiling, my hands,
All stained with the colour, now isn't DEATH grand?
Just look what I've created it's as fine as rare art,
Because you are my masterpiece, you are the star.
So alluring like an abstract painting but in fact,
Not difficult to decipher so no one will ask,
"What is the meaning?" No, by far this is my best,
Handiwork dressed as new, something fresh.
The drapes, this whole space, the sheets and the bed,
All the colour of you beautiful lady in red!
J.S.
Like your cheeks in the cold when you were whole, not this.
Now here you lie lifeless, broken and bleeding,
And I sit with wounded and heavy heart grieving,
As this same luscious red flows like sap from a tree,
Seeping slowly into the floor and the cracks underneath,
And your body, these four walls, the ceiling, my hands,
All stained with the colour, now isn't DEATH grand?
Just look what I've created it's as fine as rare art,
Because you are my masterpiece, you are the star.
So alluring like an abstract painting but in fact,
Not difficult to decipher so no one will ask,
"What is the meaning?" No, by far this is my best,
Handiwork dressed as new, something fresh.
The drapes, this whole space, the sheets and the bed,
All the colour of you beautiful lady in red!
J.S.
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
This, for love? Fear not concerned reader, she yet lives. "For we are Gods handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do GOOD works which God prepared in advance for us to do... Eph 2:10
For the Love of a Child
The cover of the journal
is astral violet,
& within it
are poems,
most of them
earthbound,
but for one
to the poet's
daughter
which soars
into
the heavens
on umbilical wings.
Oh we poets
are so afraid
of making babies--
& yet
of all
the fleshly chains
that bind us,
our children
are the chains
that bind
most closely
to heaven.
How can that be?
Poetry
is an astral
affliction.
Poets are always
saving themselves
for their poems.
Yet in that saving
there is no grace,
while in the child
there is distraction,
chaos, disorder
& through that fleshly chaos
peace
~SAS~
is astral violet,
& within it
are poems,
most of them
earthbound,
but for one
to the poet's
daughter
which soars
into
the heavens
on umbilical wings.
Oh we poets
are so afraid
of making babies--
& yet
of all
the fleshly chains
that bind us,
our children
are the chains
that bind
most closely
to heaven.
How can that be?
Poetry
is an astral
affliction.
Poets are always
saving themselves
for their poems.
Yet in that saving
there is no grace,
while in the child
there is distraction,
chaos, disorder
& through that fleshly chaos
peace
~SAS~
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Posted: Jul 2014
About this poem:
Dear Roo Be'I love and miss you
Today I Saw Death
Today I saw the face of death
It looked me in the eyes
Sunken eyes and hollow cheeks
Lips drawn deathly thin
The sight I saw, it scared me so
It chilled me to my soul
And when it smiled, it was much worse
It’s bleeding gums it showed
Pockmarked skin, complexion sallow
Framed by limpid tufts of hair
There was no doubt, this is death
This face that stares at me
With sinking heart, for time was near
From the mirror my face I turned
The days left on one hand count
And no-one that’ll mourn my passing
It looked me in the eyes
Sunken eyes and hollow cheeks
Lips drawn deathly thin
The sight I saw, it scared me so
It chilled me to my soul
And when it smiled, it was much worse
It’s bleeding gums it showed
Pockmarked skin, complexion sallow
Framed by limpid tufts of hair
There was no doubt, this is death
This face that stares at me
With sinking heart, for time was near
From the mirror my face I turned
The days left on one hand count
And no-one that’ll mourn my passing
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Posted: Feb 2015
About this poem:
A person I know was recently told that he had less than a month left to live
In the angel's arms
An angel came and took your hand
"God is ready" he whispered softly
"It is your time to join us now
but you looked at him with worry "
"Your family will be fine" he said
Smiling tenderly and calmly
"They will survive you taught them well
With patience and love fully "
Your journey here on earth is over
Your pain and suffering is through
Your heavenly home awaits you now
The angels waits to welcome you
Granny you have gone to heaven
And while we cry tears of sadness
We smile in remembrance of
Your love, patience and kindness
So go softly with the angels now
And rest safely in their arms
As heaven awaits your presence
But we'll miss your precious charms
"God is ready" he whispered softly
"It is your time to join us now
but you looked at him with worry "
"Your family will be fine" he said
Smiling tenderly and calmly
"They will survive you taught them well
With patience and love fully "
Your journey here on earth is over
Your pain and suffering is through
Your heavenly home awaits you now
The angels waits to welcome you
Granny you have gone to heaven
And while we cry tears of sadness
We smile in remembrance of
Your love, patience and kindness
So go softly with the angels now
And rest safely in their arms
As heaven awaits your presence
But we'll miss your precious charms
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
My goodbye poem to my Granny. We said goodbye on Wednesday. Thank you to all who expressed their sympathies. Extra special thanks to MM for all your help! You are the best!Hide me now
I don't want to accept the fact
that you are gone
And I will never see your smile
never hear your laugh and
never see your face again
My last memory of you is
on a hospital bed
Where I kissed you and said I loved you
Just before I left you there
The next day you died
My emotions are overwhelming
But I keep a tight rein on them
No one can see my pain
Life will never be the same
Just because you are gone now
I can no longer pick up the phone
And chat for a while with you
Like we used to do
Oh my Lord
Hide me from the world now
I don't want
to talk to anyone
You were supposed to see me married
You were supposed to travel with me
Life isn't fair
And now it is time to say goodbye
So I cry alone in my bed
Where no one can see or hear me
that you are gone
And I will never see your smile
never hear your laugh and
never see your face again
My last memory of you is
on a hospital bed
Where I kissed you and said I loved you
Just before I left you there
The next day you died
My emotions are overwhelming
But I keep a tight rein on them
No one can see my pain
Life will never be the same
Just because you are gone now
I can no longer pick up the phone
And chat for a while with you
Like we used to do
Oh my Lord
Hide me from the world now
I don't want
to talk to anyone
You were supposed to see me married
You were supposed to travel with me
Life isn't fair
And now it is time to say goodbye
So I cry alone in my bed
Where no one can see or hear me
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
Missing you Granny!
The Arrow------villanelle
The arrow pierced his armour
causing an open painful wound
he had thought there would be glamour
He lay waiting feeling amour
as he saw a woman gowned
The arrow pierced his armour
His wound she did kindly cover
to her spirit he's attuned
he had thought there would be glamour
she poured into it liquor
which stung making it burn and pound
the arrow pierced his armour
It was now letting out odour
she made sure it was tightly bound
He had thought there would be glamour
At his grave a single mourner
her tears were falling without sound
the arrow pierced his armour
No glory here just some clamour
dead he lay no longer earthbound
The arrow pierced his armour
he had thought there would be glamour
sadly many young men think war glamorous
until they face the battlefield soon to
learn there is none just pain, suffering
and death.
causing an open painful wound
he had thought there would be glamour
He lay waiting feeling amour
as he saw a woman gowned
The arrow pierced his armour
His wound she did kindly cover
to her spirit he's attuned
he had thought there would be glamour
she poured into it liquor
which stung making it burn and pound
the arrow pierced his armour
It was now letting out odour
she made sure it was tightly bound
He had thought there would be glamour
At his grave a single mourner
her tears were falling without sound
the arrow pierced his armour
No glory here just some clamour
dead he lay no longer earthbound
The arrow pierced his armour
he had thought there would be glamour
sadly many young men think war glamorous
until they face the battlefield soon to
learn there is none just pain, suffering
and death.
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Posted: Jan 2014
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Heaven
Don’t cry when I gone
Cos we just separate for while
Don’t cry when I gone
Cos I need your smile to accompany my journey
Someday we’ll meet again,
Mean while I’ll wait you in my long sleep in here
Then we’ll meet again for sincere eternity of time
Cos we just separate for while
Don’t cry when I gone
Cos I need your smile to accompany my journey
Someday we’ll meet again,
Mean while I’ll wait you in my long sleep in here
Then we’ll meet again for sincere eternity of time
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
My cousin just lost her husband cos of cancer after they live together for 15 year. And I wrote this for her (my cousin)
to Steve
I so distain the face of death
As it presents it's inglorious
Corspe of finality
It taunts me in it's mockery
Of every loving thing
Death placed it's mask
Upon your lifeless face
And stold you from the
Land of the living
On that cold December
Morning death painted
It's mastepiece upon
Your broken heart
A portrait sadder than
The eyes of sorrow
But some day I will
See you again my friend
When death is swallowed
Up by life
Cafe
As it presents it's inglorious
Corspe of finality
It taunts me in it's mockery
Of every loving thing
Death placed it's mask
Upon your lifeless face
And stold you from the
Land of the living
On that cold December
Morning death painted
It's mastepiece upon
Your broken heart
A portrait sadder than
The eyes of sorrow
But some day I will
See you again my friend
When death is swallowed
Up by life
Cafe
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Posted: Dec 2016
About this poem:
December 14th, Wednesday, 2016, I found my roommate dead on the livingroom couch. He was my buddy. He took a morphine
overdose. His name is Steve Smith. He was in a bad
motorcycle accident some years back which messed
him up badly. He showed up at our place with nothing
more than a trash bag full of clothes and a cell phone.
I never keep my bedroom door locked so these guys
down on their luck would be forever knocking on my
door. I'm a magnet for the down trodden, and I'd make
Steve coffee every morning as we watched the morning
news. He snored loudly every night usually waking me
up. He was snoring like that at 11:00 Tuesday night.
Next morning I came downstairs and another roommate
had already called 911. I asked, "What's going on?" "He's
dead replied my roommate."
In the name of
..Silence
I am, tragic
beyond trickery...
I am innocence
I am, misery?
I am Blood
I am, mystery
I am heart
I am, History
I, am, time
I, am delivery
I am love
I am, liberty
...Revenge
I am Plot
I am, author
I am audition
I am, order
I am rhyme
I, am Vission
I am soul
I am, Mission
I am bone
I am, brittle
I am pen
I, am, riddle
Victory...
I am story
I, Belong
I am commitment
I am, strong
I am words
I am... applause
I am life
I, am, law
I, am conscience
I am, bloom
I am seed
I am Tomb.
I am, tragic
beyond trickery...
I am innocence
I am, misery?
I am Blood
I am, mystery
I am heart
I am, History
I, am, time
I, am delivery
I am love
I am, liberty
...Revenge
I am Plot
I am, author
I am audition
I am, order
I am rhyme
I, am Vission
I am soul
I am, Mission
I am bone
I am, brittle
I am pen
I, am, riddle
Victory...
I am story
I, Belong
I am commitment
I am, strong
I am words
I am... applause
I am life
I, am, law
I, am conscience
I am, bloom
I am seed
I am Tomb.
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Posted: Sep 2017
About this poem:
I have changed the title as I felt it did not suit the poem and also the last 3 lines,, it fits much better now!Where is your love , God?
There is nothing more in my soul.
Only grief and sadness.
And a little bit of warmth.
I'm silent.
Am I already dead?
My pain is terrible.
Blood flows everywhere
God! tell me it is just
A bad dream!
The world has gone blind.
The world has gone deaf
The earth is burning.
Where is Your love now?
At least try to leave
Them a memory of the place,
Where their children's bright dreams
Could be saved.
And a bar mitzvah
On the last night before the war.
I'm silent. I concentrate on the pain.
Please tell me it"s just a bad dream
Only grief and sadness.
And a little bit of warmth.
I'm silent.
Am I already dead?
My pain is terrible.
Blood flows everywhere
God! tell me it is just
A bad dream!
The world has gone blind.
The world has gone deaf
The earth is burning.
Where is Your love now?
At least try to leave
Them a memory of the place,
Where their children's bright dreams
Could be saved.
And a bar mitzvah
On the last night before the war.
I'm silent. I concentrate on the pain.
Please tell me it"s just a bad dream
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Posted: Oct 16
About this poem:
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